Beasts Of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |

9.

"Now, come on. Why don't you tell 'papa' why you're home?" The man asked as Davina glared at him.

"You miss your family? You miss your home?" The man asked in a mocking tone.

"God, I knew when I found you on that street you were a little slut at heart." The man laughed. Dean tried his hardest to suppress his anger. He was disgusted by this man. And despite no longer being as careless and heartless as he was when he first became a beast, he wanted nothing more than to tear him apart limb by limb. Davina was ashamed and angry that she was back here. She wanted to rip Dean apart for bringing her to the place she thought had burned down.

"So, Darling, let's hear it." The man said as he made his way over to the couch, sitting down back in his place as they all examined her. He snapped his fingers and in an instant a woman was at his side, handing him a glass with whiskey inside of it. The blonde woman wore a red, revealing feather outfit. She glanced up at Davina with curious eyes, wondering why she had come back. The two knew of each other from her time here before. After the building burned, thanks to the help of Victor, or not considering the place didn't look burnt down to her, Davina could escape. The other women in her group weren't so fortunate. She felt tremendous guilt for not helping them more, knowing that they were stuck here with terrible men. Before she walked away, the man slapped her behind. That had always made Davina flinch despite being so used to it. She shut her eyes tightly remembering the abuse and assault she endured in this place.

"I was just in the city, Al." Davina said, revealing the mans name to Dean. Dean knew that was all he needed. That one little piece of information was all he needed to use to bring him and every man in this building down. And he'd do it. He'd do it in a heartbeat.

"And you decided to come and see me? Now, that doesn't sound like you, Darling. Despite how well I treated you here, you were always a spiteful, uncooperative little bitch." Al said with disgust lacing his voice. He then turned to look up at Dean.

"Is your bitch like that with you?" Al asked, implying he thought the two were a couple. Dean fought his lip curling up and his beast urges hitting him with a force. With his hand balled up in a fist, he could feel his claws threatening to come out.

"Also, you could never hold a good conversation. Unlike Sweetie." Al said. At the mention of the girls name, she was at his side. He pulled her by the hand down onto his thigh. His hand resting on her hip.

"Sweetie and I hold a good conversation, don't we?" Al asked. Sweetie only nodded, knowing she hadn't been permitted to speak. Al clicked his tongue before tapping on her thigh, indicating she was now allowed to get up. Which, she did with no hesitation.

"I suppose you were only a good fuck." Al said, making all of the other men laugh as Davina bit her tongue and sighed heavily.

"And you were great on the pole. I made great money off of you. In fact, despite how difficult you were, you were my best gal. I can only imagine how tight you still are even after all this time." Al said, a laugh following afterwards. "Now that I think about it, maybe I don't have to imagine." Al said, standing up from his seat. Dean now made his way around Davina, holding his arm out to keep Al from getting to her as he glowered at him. Al approached Dean, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked at him. Al was much shorter to Dean, it however didn't intimidate him.

"We came here not expecting to find this place up and running again. This was a mistake, surely you men in this fine establishment will be so kind as to let us leave." Dean said in a calm voice. Al clicked his tongue and sighed after a moment.

"I believe you. And I'll let you two lovebirds leave." Al said. Dean nodded his head and began to push Davina back so they could head to the door when Al's voice stopped them.